The super cute boy I was referring to in the previous post.
OMGOMG, damn cute lah! :D
(Eh wth, Lydia, why take until can see me; look so fat. D: )

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I think my brother needs some serious psychological help.
Late last year, my parents went overseas and bought us stuffed toys from Canada or something.
My younger brother got a moose. And he named it Moosey.
(Well, I suppose that's how you spell it.)

And last night, he went a bit mad. I think he was quarrelling with my sister or something, when she got fed up and left the room.
Note: My brother's grammar gets screwed badly when he's speaking in his act cute voice.

Me: *Already annoyed* Shut up and go to sleep.
Brother: *Starts his act cute voice* Wait, Moosey tell me a joke. *Puts stuffed toy beside his ear*
*Pauses*
Brother: AHAHAHA!
Me: Wth. Are you mad? Stop talking to your stuffed toy.
Brother: You must show respect to Moosey, by saying goodnight to him, and calling him by his name.
Me: Don't be siao. Shut up and sleep.
Brother: You must show respect. He's a living thing.
Me: -_- Crazy.
Brother: Wait. Moosey tell me something. *Puts stuffed toy next to his ear again*
*Pauses*
Brother: *Chuckles* Moosey say you're a bozo. HAHA!

I've heard him saying goodnight to his stuffed toy on several instances, too.

And did I mention he's already Primary 5?

He's behaving like my sister, who screams and starts to cry if you throw her penguin (yes, another stuffed toy) or attempt to do anything to it.

And both of them carry their stuffed toys with them all day, almost everywhere they go.

Here's the moose:


And the penguin:


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Random:

The important thing is to remember that any chain is freely worn. In most cases, you are enslaved only because you allow it.